This house was built around the 1940s and was incredibly charming. Was, incredibly charming. When you stood in front of it, you couldn't help but smile. It was kind of like meeting a super hot guy that made you believe there was potential to become something great, but he ends up being a total asshole after you walked inside and got to know him.

How many of you think it's important in life to learn new things? This weekend, I decided to cross something off of my bucket list. I learned how to ride a motorcycle. (Brings cup to lip and smiles) Quick side note here - I didn't tell anyone I was taking this course. I wanted to do something that wasn't based on anyone else's opinion. I wanted and decided to do something just for me.

I've noticed when I'm angry and the negative thoughts are extremely loud in my head, God won't talk to me. I know He's listening, but it's almost like He waits for the storm to calm before He offers any words of advice. I mean, I don't blame the guy. I wouldn't want to yell over and offer advice over a woman crying hysterically and not thinking rational thoughts either.

My only challenge has been gracefully trying to get a hair untangled from the back of my bra - without unsnapping. (Long pause) Something else I enjoy - is aging. "Yes. I love that I'm getting older." Says the overjoyed optimist. And not just because of the self-appreciation and acceptance, but also because of the wiser perspective I've gained through experience. 

How many of you make mistakes? Yes. Good. All of you. And how many of you choose to dwell in them? Google defines dwell as: live in or at a specified place. Synonyms: reside, live, be settled, lodge, hang out, stay. I don't know about you, but dwelling in the mistakes I've made sure is not a pleasant place to live in or stay.

I'm at the airport sitting at my gate. My shoes are on the ground to my left, and I'm wearing pants that are allowing me to comfortably sit cross-legged in my seat. To all of the women who travel in pencil skirts and stilettos - may the force be with you. I'm also trying not to breathe, as the guy sitting near me can't stop coughing. (Reaches for Thieves spray)

Wine usually isn't allowed in my bedroom. I have white sheets and the thought of a spill is giving me an aneurysm. But the cab is quite comforting this evening. I'm going to be honest with you. Below this sentence used to be six hundred and thirty-eight words describing my divorce, and my thoughts that went with it. I was ashamed. But I don't like to live in the past. So let's keep moving forward.

The leaves outside my window are a warm yellow, and the wine I’m drinking is a deep red. I mean, real deep. Do you ever find yourself thinking, "I'll be happier when _________ ?" I'll be happier when I make more money. I'll be happy when I lose 10 pounds. I'll be happier when we get through the wedding. I'll be happy when I get through this divorce.